And here we go on to the second round of stories to start meeting old friends again and not just meeting new ones! (not to say that meeting new ones isn't good... however, if all i did was to introduce new characters I would first not get very far in this story unless I was extremely creative (and I'm not that creative) and secondly I would get lots of people mad with me because they can't keep track of all the characters and I'd lose all my readers... and that would be very sad... ) Anyways, enough of my long parenthetical musings!
V: Operation Capture
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
High above the thick canopy trees of the Great Forest, five elven airships quickly moved across the sky with precious cargo, a rare Sla’ad. Commander Elnyan, the man given the duty of bringing this Sla’ad to the Mothership, glanced at the detection screen once more, even though he had already glanced on it innumerable times on the trip. The detection screen showed how many intelligent living beings were within a three hundred mile radius of the airship. Even though every other time he had checked there hadn’t been any, although there had been an occasionally one far off away, Elnyan was still paranoid. If he messed up on this delivery, there would be consequences. And Elnyan didn’t want to think about what those consequences would be.
Flek gritted his teeth as the airship continued to accelerate, flying up past the canopied trees of the Great Forest and up into the air. Flek could see the airship afar off. He slowly moved his hand to his watch-like contraption on his wrist, painstakingly annoying the pressure that was put on his hand to fly back against the seat because of the rapid acceleration of the venicle. Flek put his hand over the contraption and waited, as the airship quickly drew closer to the five elven ships and he slowly mouthed out the words. Three. Two. One.
Flek pushed a button on his watch. Two seconds later, from a place well beyond where the elven ships were, Flek managed to spot four air missiles soaring out, flying toward the four airships guarding the central one. Flek again mouthed out words. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Sev-
The missiles hit their targets dead on, sending an explosion of fire and metal shrapnel flying through the air, the explosion hiding the center ship from view. Flek could feel his airship begin to slow down as it began to near the last elven ship standing. Flek noticed the elven airship accelerate as it flew past the firey remains of the other ships. Flek sighed and turned away and began to tap his fingers, impatiently waiting for the signal.
“Constant velocity now reached,” a mechanical voice said. Flek quickly unbuckled his seat belts, along with all the others.
“All right!” Flek said. “Get out your boarding gear and prepare to make landing!" Flek quickly buckled on his landing gear, a backpack with a tube coming out of it that was connected to a large gun-like contraption. After fastening it, Flek moved to the back of the airship, his other comrades following him. A large hole soon opened in the floor, revealing the elven ship beneath them.
“Get in the lineup!” Flek said, and the goblins began to lineup behind him. Flek watched as the elven ship changed its velocity several times, trying to shake off the goblin ship. Flek waited for a good moment, and then fired the trigger on his backpack-gun contraption.
A rope flew out from the gun, a suction cup at the end of it, flying down until it attached itself on the ship. As soon as it attached, the rope went taut. Flek went flying down toward the airship, and pushed another button on the backpack. A parachute blossomed out of it, helping to slow his fall. But still the airship loomed closer. With a jolt, Flek hit the airship, and fell forward onto his face, the impact jarring his bones. Flek shook his head, got up, and raised his arm, making the sign for the next goblin to come down.
The goblin came down, and then another, and another. Flek wasn’t sure how many they’d be able to get down on the airship before the elves realized what was happening and would try more drastic moves. Finally, on the eighth member coming down, the elven airship took a quick plunge downwards. Flek staggered backwards, holding onto the taut rope for support. The eighth member flew wildly through the air as he was pulled closer to the ship. The airship continued to plunge down toward the trees and Flek felt a chill grow in his heart. What if the elves are going to go kamikaze to keep us from getting the Sla’ad?
Suddenly, the airship rocketed upward and Flek breathed out. They were safe. Well, all except for the hapless eighth goblin. The eighth goblin, Kailen, the general pessimistic one of the group gave a scream as he continued to fly downward and went on to smash against the trees. Flek heard a sickening crunch. The rope continued to wind up, pulling Kailen’s smashed body onto the top of the aircraft. Flek shuddered.
Flek held down another button on his watch. “All right, Cornun,” he said. “Seven of us have safely landed. Kailen got smashed against the trees, so he isn’t with us anymore. The elves know what’s up right now, so no use sending any more men down to get smashed against the trees. We’ll finish this out from here. Over.”
“Received your message,” Cornun’s voice said. “We await further instructions. May the Mother Tree be with you. Over.”
Flek shut off communication and looked at the other men, swiftly nodding. “All right!” he said. “Let’s get moving! We have to get in here, get the Sla’ad, and get the heck out of here as soon as possible. Can’t waste time trying to kill all the enemies in here. Reklen! Get the explosion going!”
Reklen, an unusually small goblin, moved out away from the group, going against the rope that attached him to the airship, and then put a metal plate on the top of the airship. The metal plate snapped to the top, and Reklen ran back to them. As soon as he was back, he pressed a button on a small device he held. An explosion shook the ship back and forth as the explosion opened up a hole in the ceiling.
Flek waited for the place to cool down a bit before speaking. “Ok!” Flek said. Unbuckle your backpacks and let’s move down there!” Unstrapping his backpack, Flek ran lightly across the roof and dropped down into the hole, landing in a corridor.
And with two groups of guards running toward him from the two opposite ends of the corridor, fully armed, and ready for battle.
Question of the Week: In the next part featuring Flek, we're going to learn about a very strange type of sword that many of the great goblin fighters use. What do you think is going to be different about this strange type of sword that the goblins use that will make it difficult to use, but very rewarding if you know how to work it?
V: Operation Capture
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
High above the thick canopy trees of the Great Forest, five elven airships quickly moved across the sky with precious cargo, a rare Sla’ad. Commander Elnyan, the man given the duty of bringing this Sla’ad to the Mothership, glanced at the detection screen once more, even though he had already glanced on it innumerable times on the trip. The detection screen showed how many intelligent living beings were within a three hundred mile radius of the airship. Even though every other time he had checked there hadn’t been any, although there had been an occasionally one far off away, Elnyan was still paranoid. If he messed up on this delivery, there would be consequences. And Elnyan didn’t want to think about what those consequences would be.
Flek gritted his teeth as the airship continued to accelerate, flying up past the canopied trees of the Great Forest and up into the air. Flek could see the airship afar off. He slowly moved his hand to his watch-like contraption on his wrist, painstakingly annoying the pressure that was put on his hand to fly back against the seat because of the rapid acceleration of the venicle. Flek put his hand over the contraption and waited, as the airship quickly drew closer to the five elven ships and he slowly mouthed out the words. Three. Two. One.
Flek pushed a button on his watch. Two seconds later, from a place well beyond where the elven ships were, Flek managed to spot four air missiles soaring out, flying toward the four airships guarding the central one. Flek again mouthed out words. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Sev-
The missiles hit their targets dead on, sending an explosion of fire and metal shrapnel flying through the air, the explosion hiding the center ship from view. Flek could feel his airship begin to slow down as it began to near the last elven ship standing. Flek noticed the elven airship accelerate as it flew past the firey remains of the other ships. Flek sighed and turned away and began to tap his fingers, impatiently waiting for the signal.
“Constant velocity now reached,” a mechanical voice said. Flek quickly unbuckled his seat belts, along with all the others.
“All right!” Flek said. “Get out your boarding gear and prepare to make landing!" Flek quickly buckled on his landing gear, a backpack with a tube coming out of it that was connected to a large gun-like contraption. After fastening it, Flek moved to the back of the airship, his other comrades following him. A large hole soon opened in the floor, revealing the elven ship beneath them.
“Get in the lineup!” Flek said, and the goblins began to lineup behind him. Flek watched as the elven ship changed its velocity several times, trying to shake off the goblin ship. Flek waited for a good moment, and then fired the trigger on his backpack-gun contraption.
A rope flew out from the gun, a suction cup at the end of it, flying down until it attached itself on the ship. As soon as it attached, the rope went taut. Flek went flying down toward the airship, and pushed another button on the backpack. A parachute blossomed out of it, helping to slow his fall. But still the airship loomed closer. With a jolt, Flek hit the airship, and fell forward onto his face, the impact jarring his bones. Flek shook his head, got up, and raised his arm, making the sign for the next goblin to come down.
The goblin came down, and then another, and another. Flek wasn’t sure how many they’d be able to get down on the airship before the elves realized what was happening and would try more drastic moves. Finally, on the eighth member coming down, the elven airship took a quick plunge downwards. Flek staggered backwards, holding onto the taut rope for support. The eighth member flew wildly through the air as he was pulled closer to the ship. The airship continued to plunge down toward the trees and Flek felt a chill grow in his heart. What if the elves are going to go kamikaze to keep us from getting the Sla’ad?
Suddenly, the airship rocketed upward and Flek breathed out. They were safe. Well, all except for the hapless eighth goblin. The eighth goblin, Kailen, the general pessimistic one of the group gave a scream as he continued to fly downward and went on to smash against the trees. Flek heard a sickening crunch. The rope continued to wind up, pulling Kailen’s smashed body onto the top of the aircraft. Flek shuddered.
Flek held down another button on his watch. “All right, Cornun,” he said. “Seven of us have safely landed. Kailen got smashed against the trees, so he isn’t with us anymore. The elves know what’s up right now, so no use sending any more men down to get smashed against the trees. We’ll finish this out from here. Over.”
“Received your message,” Cornun’s voice said. “We await further instructions. May the Mother Tree be with you. Over.”
Flek shut off communication and looked at the other men, swiftly nodding. “All right!” he said. “Let’s get moving! We have to get in here, get the Sla’ad, and get the heck out of here as soon as possible. Can’t waste time trying to kill all the enemies in here. Reklen! Get the explosion going!”
Reklen, an unusually small goblin, moved out away from the group, going against the rope that attached him to the airship, and then put a metal plate on the top of the airship. The metal plate snapped to the top, and Reklen ran back to them. As soon as he was back, he pressed a button on a small device he held. An explosion shook the ship back and forth as the explosion opened up a hole in the ceiling.
Flek waited for the place to cool down a bit before speaking. “Ok!” Flek said. Unbuckle your backpacks and let’s move down there!” Unstrapping his backpack, Flek ran lightly across the roof and dropped down into the hole, landing in a corridor.
And with two groups of guards running toward him from the two opposite ends of the corridor, fully armed, and ready for battle.
Question of the Week: In the next part featuring Flek, we're going to learn about a very strange type of sword that many of the great goblin fighters use. What do you think is going to be different about this strange type of sword that the goblins use that will make it difficult to use, but very rewarding if you know how to work it?
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